Simpsons Porn Story: Herkies Adventure Chapter 1

HERKIES
ADVENTURE

A/n: In The Simpsons third season, Smithers alluded to a Yorkshire terrier he owned at the
time by the name of Hercules, showing Mr. Burns a photo to prove it. The dog was never mentioned or seen
again. So heres a little adventure story that gives him a more
meaty role. Hope you enjoy it.

Legal yadda yadda: I
own no right to The Simpsons or the characters therein. They
dont own me either. Im not making any money writing fanfic,
which should make everyone but me very happy.

Chapter 1

Waylon Smithers arrived
home after another exhausting day of almost literally bending over
backwards to try and please his unappreciative boss, Montgomery
Burns, the overseer of the local nuclear power plant. Poor Waylon
hardly had the energy to get his key in the doors lock, but as
soon as the sound of the key rasped in it, an excited barking issued
from within the apartment. As the door swung open, a small dog jumped
and yapped enthusiastically seeing his master return.

Oh, Herkie,
Smithers sighed. At least youre happy to see me.

The small terrier
continued his enthusiasm by running back and forth from the door to
the kitchenette.

Yes, yes, I know
your dinnertime, Smithers acknowledged as he unclipped his plant
ID tag from his jacket lapel, placed it in the pocket then removed
the garment and draped it on the back of an armchair.

As Smithers trudged
wearily towards the kitchen loosening his tie, the small dog ran in
circles around him in expectation of his evening meal. But as
Smithers opened the cupboard to get a bag of kibble stored there, he
found the sack to be almost empty.

Good thing I bought
an extra one when they were on sale, Herk, Smithers said.

Pulling out a stepstool
from under the counter, he climbed to the overhead cabinet to
retrieve it from it storage place. Herkie seeing a large new bag of
food resumed his outburst of anticipation. The dog started jumping up
against the stool attempting to hasten his masters progress.
Although a small dog, his vigorous shenanigans were banging against
the stool causing it to sway.

UhHerkie..stop
that, Smithers gently chided.

Smithers now had the
large bag clutched against his chest. He started to descend when
Herkie, squatting behind him, decided to help by jumping against his
back. Not a large man himself, Smithers was thrown forward by the
combined momentum of the dog and the weight of the bag of dog food.
As he pitched forward, Herkie leaped away as Smithers dropped the
sack and it burst open on hitting the floor. He had just enough time
to utter a terrified groan before his head smashed down against the
edge of the kitchen counter as his eyeglasses went flying across the
room. He lay face down and motionless on the floor of the kitchen as
his dog gobbled up the kibble strewn from the bag. Soon having eaten
his fill, the little dog curled up against his owners body and
fell asleep.

to be continued…